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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.