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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.