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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Nas,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.