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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.