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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Television,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.