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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.