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 Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.