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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Q and Not U 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.