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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Skatalites to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.