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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.