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 Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gap Band to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Organ,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.