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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.