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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suicide 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.