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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.