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 United Kingdom 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Organ,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
New Order,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.