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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.