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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.