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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.