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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.