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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.