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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.