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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Saints to the crunk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.