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 Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '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 Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Organ,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.