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 Uruguay 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.