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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.