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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.