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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the dance 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.