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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Hoover to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.