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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.