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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 X-101 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Nas,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.