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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.