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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.