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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
10cc,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.