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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Skatalites to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Can,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.