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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.