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 Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.