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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.