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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.