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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.