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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
cv313,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.