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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
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.