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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.