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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.