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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.