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 Russia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
the Association,
Slave,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
X-101,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Monks,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Lalann,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.