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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.