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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.