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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Can,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.