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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.