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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.