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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.