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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.