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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.