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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.