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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Agitation Free to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
The Remains,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.