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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Japan,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Echospace,
Franke,
Shoche,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.