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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.