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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.