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 Israel and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
The Index,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.