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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.