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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mad Mike 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
John Cale,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.