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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.