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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.