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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.