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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.