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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.