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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.