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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.