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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.