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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.