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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.