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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.