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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.