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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.