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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.