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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Fear,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.