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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
the Association,
Organ,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.