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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.