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 Japan 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.