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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.