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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.