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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.