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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.