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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Can,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.