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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.