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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.