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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.