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 Mexico 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore 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 grunge 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.