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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.