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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 ABC to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Sparks,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Television,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.