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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.