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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.