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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 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 the Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
X-102,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.