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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.