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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.