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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.