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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments 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?
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Skaos,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.