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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
The Move,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
AZ,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.