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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.