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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Television,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Gong,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.