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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Technova to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.