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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Swans,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.