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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.