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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.