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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.