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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Names,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.