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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
cv313,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.