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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.