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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.