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 China 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.