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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.