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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Can,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.