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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.