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 Cape Verde 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.