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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.