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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.