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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.