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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.