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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.