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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Darondo to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.