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 United States and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.