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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.