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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Sao Paulo.
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 organ 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.