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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.