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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.