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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
June Days,
The Sound,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.