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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Index,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Niagra,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.