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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.