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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.