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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.