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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Scion to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
The Index,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.