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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Raincoats to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Index,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.