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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Blues Magoos 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Pole,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.