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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.