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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.