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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Scion,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Crime,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.