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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.