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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.