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 Algeria 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pylon to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Visage,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.