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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Crime,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.