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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 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 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.