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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 the Germs to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.