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 Norway 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.