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 Iran 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.