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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.