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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW 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?
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.