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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Mantronix 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.