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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.