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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.