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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.