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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Technova,
Jandek,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.