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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.