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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.