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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.