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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Nirvana 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.