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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.