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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.