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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 10cc 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.