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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.