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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.