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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.