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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.