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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Nico,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.