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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.