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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.