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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.