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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.