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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.