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 Argentina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.