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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.