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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.