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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.