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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Gong,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.