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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.