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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.