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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Residents to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.