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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.