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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.