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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.