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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.