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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.