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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.