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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
The Index,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.