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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.