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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.