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 Solomon Islands 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Can,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.