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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Avey Tare 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves 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?
Rekid,
Slave,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
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.