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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.