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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aswad to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.