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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.