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 France 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 Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.