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 Namibia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.