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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.