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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.