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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.