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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.