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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Saints,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.