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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.