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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.