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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.