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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.