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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.