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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.