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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.