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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.