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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Wire,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.