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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Fire Engines to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.