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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.