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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.