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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.