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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.