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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.