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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.