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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.