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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Wings,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.