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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
the Association,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.