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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
ABC,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.