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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.