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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Kayak,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.