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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.