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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.