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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.