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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.