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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.