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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.