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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.