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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.