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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.