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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.