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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Nas,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
The Gories,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.