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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.