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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.