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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.