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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.