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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.