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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.