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 Bologna.
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 Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.