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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.