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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.