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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.