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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.