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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.