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 Yemen and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.