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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.