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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.