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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Slits to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.