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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the rock 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
UT,
The Names,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.