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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
The Gories,
ABC,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.