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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.