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 Eritrea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.