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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.