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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Wake to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.