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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.