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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Crime,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.