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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Buckinghams to the funk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Index,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.