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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Index,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Rapeman,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.