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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.