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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Hoover,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.