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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.