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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.