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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.