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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.