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 Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.