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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Make Up,
ABC,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.