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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Ossler,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.