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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.