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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
MDC,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.