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 Uzbekistan 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.