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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.