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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
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.