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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.