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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
10cc,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.