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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.