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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.