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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.