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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.