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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 K-Klass to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.