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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 John Cale to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.