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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.