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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
JFA,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.