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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.