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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.