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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.