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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.