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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.