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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.