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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.