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 Georgia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.