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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Excepter,
Yaz,
cv313,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.