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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jawbox to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Pole,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Can,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.