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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.