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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.