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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.