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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.