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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.