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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.