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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.