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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.