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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.