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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Cale to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.