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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.