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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.