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 Lesotho 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.