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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.