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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.