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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.