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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.