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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.