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 Chile 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.