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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.