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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.