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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 James White and The Blacks 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.