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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.