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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.