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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.