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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.