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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.