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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.