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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.