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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.