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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.