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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Flipper,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.