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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.