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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.