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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.