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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
UT,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.