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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz 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?
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.