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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.