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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.