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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.