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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.