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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.