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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.