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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.