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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
CMW,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.