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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.