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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Move to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.