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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Gong,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.