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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.