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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.