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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
10cc,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.