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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.