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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.