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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.