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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.