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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.