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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Make Up,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.