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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.