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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps to the punk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.