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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.