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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.