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 Togo 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.