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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
The Names,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.