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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.