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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.