Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.