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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
The Index,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.