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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.