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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.