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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.