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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.