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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.