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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Technova,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.