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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.