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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Saints to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.