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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 Stockholm and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
World's Most,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.