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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Nico,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.