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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.