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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.