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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.