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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks 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?
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Index,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.