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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Television,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.