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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.