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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.