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 Qatar 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.