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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.