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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Gong,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.