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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.