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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.