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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.