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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.