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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.