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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.