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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
The Move,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.