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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Index,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.