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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Q65,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.