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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 10cc to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.