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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.