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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.