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 Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.