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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.