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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.