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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
the Normal,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.