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 Burundi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.