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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.