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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.