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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.