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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.