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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.