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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.