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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Wings,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.