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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.