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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.