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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Nico,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.