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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Seeds 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.