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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.