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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.