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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.