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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.