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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.