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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.