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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.