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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.