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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Leaves to the grime 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
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.