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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.