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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
DNA,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.