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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Remains to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Franke,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.