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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.