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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.