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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
The Victims,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.