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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.