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 Iraq 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Index,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.