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 Chile and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Angels of Light 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.