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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 AZ to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.