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 Cape Verde and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.