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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yaz to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.