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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.