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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
cv313,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
UT,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.