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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.