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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.