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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.