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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.