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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.