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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
MDC,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.