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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.