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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.