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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
X-102,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Scion,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.