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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.