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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.