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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.