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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.