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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.