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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now to the rock 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
MDC,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.