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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 UT to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
MDC,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.