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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.