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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.