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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.