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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 X-101 to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.