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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.