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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.