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 Angola 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.