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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.