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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Human League to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
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.