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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
the Slits,
X-101,
MC5,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.