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 Belize and from Paris.
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 Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.