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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.