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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.