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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.