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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the funk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.