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 Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Gong,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.