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 Turkey 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Fear,
AZ,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.