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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.