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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Magma,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.