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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.