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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.