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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.