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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.