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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.