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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.