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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Outsiders,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.