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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
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.