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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.