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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Ludus,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.