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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.