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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.