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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.