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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.