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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.