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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.