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 Honduras 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.