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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.