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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.