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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Gong,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.