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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.