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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.