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 Chile and from London.
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 Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.