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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
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,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.