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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.