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 Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.