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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.