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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the grime 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.