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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.