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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Index,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.