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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
ABBA,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.