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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.