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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.