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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Section 25,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.