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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.