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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 snare 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.