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 India and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.