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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.