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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Index,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.