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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Scion,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.