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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.