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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Cymande,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.