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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.