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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Magazine,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.