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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Organ,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.