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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.