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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.