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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.