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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
This Heat,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.